Walking the Path Alone

April 30, 2017 04:00 AM

Here’s the book I was working on:  My Dying Words: The Last Thoughts Of A Wandering Mystic

There comes a time when we must walk the Path alone. That time has come for me.

I’ll see you soon.

I love you. Be Happy. Find Peace.

— Wayne

An Example of Cosmic Consciousness

A Sign From Above

A Sign From Above

LAS VEGAS, NM

April 22, 2017 8:42 AM

First thing this morning, I gave Michelle a piece of advice: “Read the You chapter of Mystical Oneness.”

But I hadn’t read it myself in awhile.

So I did. And I was struck by it. I was struck by how I didn’t write it.

Cosmic Consciousness acting through the individual (duplex personality) is one of the most amazing gifts we can receive from our spiritual search.

I’m sure Walt Whitman wrote just as clunky as I do above, but all his great works were written by Her… just as the following was written by Her through this Wayne-thing. It still amazes me. … Read more…

Love and Light and Li

Love and Light and Li

Love and Light and Li

ALBUQUERQUE, NM

April 18, 2017 8:51 AM

In a coffee shop, I ponder. On my laptop, the outline of Love and Enlightenment. The Introduction needs to capture the reader’s attention. It needs to show why the reader should open this book and continue. It needs to show the benefits.

“Love is all around you,” I want to tell them. Yet from where I sit in this empty shop, I can’t see anyone. Only man-made objects. … Read more…

Calm Weather. Clear Mind.

This Morning's Brain Dump

This Morning’s Brain Dump

BLUEWATER STATE PARK, NM

April 10, 2017 9:55 AM

For many years—the years I was serious about becoming less—I was convinced that my emotional state affected the weather. Now I know, largely because of my experiences with the Collective Consciousness (here, here, and here), that it is a two way street. How could it be otherwise? It’s all One.

For the last few days, the winds have been brutal. For the last few days, my mind has been inundated with Insights and doubts and frustrations. The Serenity Technique has been invaluable with the frustrations, but the winds and the Insights and the doubts have been so overwhelming. Many longtime readers know I have a love/hate relationship with the Insights—that their gifts come with a cost. All I could do was wait and abide and accept. … Read more…

The Glow

BLUEWATER STATE PARK, NM

April 9, 2017 7:17 AM

As the movie finished, I clicked over to Amazon to see if anyone had reviewed The Serenity Technique. C. Larson had. And it was so beautiful, so insightful. Where Amazon asked Was this helpful? I clicked Yes and wished I could do more.

Filled with that odd glow of feeling appreciated, I went to sleep and fell into that vast, formless state—the place of Love and Awareness but no Time.

I awoke filled with insights and dumped them into the voice recorder on my phone. So many things—so many ideas to share—yet I (feel, know, sense) that I’m running out of time. The pressure, the desire, the futility. It’s disheartening.

With that residual feeling of dread, I pulled up The Serenity Technique on Amazon again.

No new reviews.

I felt the Contraction—the disappointment, the doubts, the pain.

And as I lay there in bed, in the Contraction, I applied The Serenity Technique and I saw the message slam down the pneumatic tube next to me:

WE HATE YOUR WORK WAYNE! YOU’RE A LOSER! GIVE IT UP! NO ONE CARES!

And I gave the message its due and I let it sit there in all its anger and hostility and I moved it to the OUTGOING tube and pressed the button and watched it vanish down through the imaginary office floor in my imaginary mental world.

Why does that hurt? I asked myself. Why do I care? And I felt the love for myself, for my message, for my being and reveled once again how long it’s taken me to love me/myself (whatever that is) and I felt that same glow that I felt when I went to bed last night.

And, feeling that loving glow, I looked out through the side window at the beauty: the lake softly glowing with the pre-dawn sky; the water still and glassy. The bed was warm and comfortable—made all the better by the cool morning air and I expanded into it all—through the glowing Love I felt within and for myself. And I felt the Love out-there-in-here all wondrously connected and I thanked—gratefully thanked—all the readers who’ve NEVER reviewed or shared my work over the years for helping me into this beautiful place this peaceful and radiant morning.

And feeling that loving, connected glow, I climbed out of bed and typed this post.

I’m so happy.

Maybe Next Life

One Place—Two Different Lives

One Place—Two Different Lives

MANZANO MOUNTAINS SP, NM

April 6, 2017 9:03 AM

I’ve decided not to write Through The Eyes of a Mystic—too self-centered. Too much like Fading Toward Enlightenment.

Anyway, here’s something I wrote a few weeks ago, something that was going to be in Through The Eyes of a Mystic. It’s a first (and probably final) draft, so please don’t judge it too harshly. … Read more…

Formless Awareness—Nirvikalpa Samadhi

My Yearly Brush With Snow

My Yearly Brush With Snow

MANZANO MOUNTAINS SP, NM

April 4, 2017 9:43 AM

I awoke to snow. A few moments (seconds, minutes, hours?) earlier I was in, what is often called in Sanskrit, nirvikalpa samadhi—formless awareness.

This happens about once a week now but last night’s was the most… clear. I am aware, but not of any thing. A radiant, outward flowing awareness with no destination or intention. No other. No me even.

But, upon awakening I was struck by how almost all accounts of this “state” (quotes because it lies below all experience), seem to miss a key point: Love. … Read more…

I’m On My Way

Entrance

Entrance

MANZANO MOUNTAINS SP, NM

April 3, 2017 9:04 AM

After uploading yesterday’s post, I found myself climbing behind the wheel. This often happens. I just find myself leaving. I didn’t know where I was going. I thought, “Maybe I’m going to Santa Fe. Maybe that BLM land I know of north of there. Maybe Albuquerque for some big city life.”

I didn’t know where. I just knew I was going.

As I started Serenity up, Paul Simon sang out over the radio: … Read more…

The Mind Is Me Assumption

What I look like when my mind is blown.

What I look like when my mind is blown.

LAS VEGAS, NM

March 27, 2017 1:23 PM

The mind is me? Sometimes I’m amazed at how dumb smart people can be. Not Mark O’Connell—the author of the referenced article—but the people he interviewed for it.

Here’s an email I just sent Mark (minor corrections for my mind’s (see, two things: me and my mind) stupidity). … Read more…